ted, and the questions co

Ral human desire to see big corporations swallow

 

up little ones. At the West Bay landing, where there is nothing

whatever attractive, we found a great concourse of country wagons and clamorous

 

drivers, to transport the passengers over the rough and uninteresting nine miles to Port Hawkesbury. Competition makes the fare low, but nothing makes the ride entertaining. The only settlement passed through has the promising

name of River Inhabitants, but we could

see little river and less inhabitants; country and people seem to belong to that commonplace order out of which the traveler can extract nothing amusing, instructive, or disagreeable; and it was a great relief when we came over the last hill and looked down upon the straggling village of Port Hawkesbury and the winding Gut of Canso. One cannot but feel a respect

 

for this historical strait, on account of the

protection it once gave our British ancestors. Smollett makes a certain Captain C----tell this anecdote of George II. and

his enlightened minister, the Duke of Newcastle: "In the beginning of the war this poor, half-witted creature told me, in a great fright, that thirty thousand French had marched from Acadie to Cape Breton. 'Where did they find transports?' said I. 'Transp

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